i think i posted this story in an other thread before, but, the worst sex i ever had was the first time. not only was it bad sex, the circumstances following the sex are so fucking bizarre too.
there was this girl i sorta had a crush on throughout a significant period of high school. she had a boyfriend that was significantly older, like four or five years iirc, so i figured that it would never amount to anything. she had pretty good taste in music, and she was always pretty flirtatious whenever she'd see me at lunch (we sat at the same table).
her long-term boyfriend and her split for unknown reasons and, almost immediately after this happening, a mutual friend of the two of us informs me that the girl i crushed on wants to go to homecoming with me. i asked her, she said yes.
a few days after saying yes, she asks if she can come over (she only lived a few blocks away) and watch some movies. i knew exactly what that meant so, of course, i said yes. we made out pretty hot and heavy, etc. etc. but nothing past that.
the following week was homecoming. we left the dance early to go back to my place. i lived at my dad's house at this time, and he worked the night shift this particular evening... or so i thought.
we're in my basement, where i lived at the time, we start making out, one thing leads to another and we're naked. i slip on the condom and after 45 seconds of awkward thrusting, i'm done.
i told her of my premature ejaculation. she wasn't amused.
i hear my dad loudly enter the house upstairs and now we both were equally unamused.
"andy, andy, help me unload groceries!" i hear him call at the top of the stairs.
hurriedly, without slipping the condom off, i do just that. very quickly putting groceries in their respective areas while the naked girl on my bed sits there, probably becoming increasingly frustrated by every passing second.
i descend the stairs, apologizing profusely. she seems pretty perturbed, understandably so. i realize that something else was amiss here, and begin to pat my crotch, noticing the condom wasn't there.
after telling her the condom came off at some point between the bed and being upstairs, the girl starts crying. not only was she probably frustrated by the sex, but what great circumstances to meet my dad for the first time under. i frantically search the floor in hopes that it just fell off while i was putting my slacks on but then--
"Andy! Andy!" my dad exclaimed again, sounding less than chipper.
I rush upstairs and my dad tells me, "Andy, you won't believe what I found..."
"what?" I didn't want to guess, I just knew...
"A rubber snake."
My heart dropped. I've been found out.
"What?"
"A rubber snake!" and my dad, who has always been quite the prankster, throws an honest-to-god toy rubber snake at me.
I groaned loudly and stormed off, probably unaware of why I was so frustrated with him.
Back in the basement, the girl is still crying. I notice on the floor, right beside one of the legs of the bed, there it was... the used condom. I laughed, she didn't.
A few days later she would break up with me. We never really spoke again after that.